The Cell Door Slammed Behind Rubishov.

Prometheus Is Reaching Out For The Stars With An Empty Grin On His Face.

Habit Is The Denial Of Creativity And The Negation Of Freedom; A Self-imposed Straitjacket Of Which The Wearer Is Unaware.

One May Not Regard The World As A Sort Of Metaphysical Brothel For Emotions.

In Creating The Human Brain, Evolution Has Wildly Overshot The Mark.

History Knows No Scruples And No Hesitation. Inert And Unerring, She Flows Towards Her Goal. At Every Bend In Her Course She Leaves The Mud Which She Carries And The Corpses Of The Drowned.